// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Mittens was doing its job, more or less, and she’d prefer the indignant squawking over less than charitable means of void messengers and their abilities. When everything halted to a serene silence, her brows furrowed, but the snowball returned with a very proud look on its face, hovering above for moments at a time while she shook her head, and looked for a treat in her pockets.
Torchline’s defenses sounded wonderful and impeccable, and she was glad to hear their strength was unified and diligent. “That’s great news.” Finally finding a piece of jerky, she handed it off to Mittens, who greedily gorged as she listened to other problems. “That, however, does leave a concern.” Presuming the Old Gods had said so outright, her lips pressed together, mind contemplating.
Though she’d strived for some manner of planning and plotting, his next words caused it to pilfer away. Lena was becoming all too aware in the face of politics – where actions didn’t match the words. Not too worried about any of us, she wanted to say, if you were asking Zavien to spy. She hid all of it away, because she wouldn’t be so overtly cruel or callous, but the weight of the circumstance ate at her; that others were more than willing to use them as pawns. “Busy. But likely due to our leadership,” she didn’t say the name, in case of suddenly summoning her again, “We haven’t been overrun by anything.”
Torchline’s defenses sounded wonderful and impeccable, and she was glad to hear their strength was unified and diligent. “That’s great news.” Finally finding a piece of jerky, she handed it off to Mittens, who greedily gorged as she listened to other problems. “That, however, does leave a concern.” Presuming the Old Gods had said so outright, her lips pressed together, mind contemplating.
Though she’d strived for some manner of planning and plotting, his next words caused it to pilfer away. Lena was becoming all too aware in the face of politics – where actions didn’t match the words. Not too worried about any of us, she wanted to say, if you were asking Zavien to spy. She hid all of it away, because she wouldn’t be so overtly cruel or callous, but the weight of the circumstance ate at her; that others were more than willing to use them as pawns. “Busy. But likely due to our leadership,” she didn’t say the name, in case of suddenly summoning her again, “We haven’t been overrun by anything.”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
